Disclaimer: Do I have to keep saying that I don't own Class of the Titans? I do, however, own Danny, Josh, Lily, Christy, Tara, Scott, and Tommy. And if anyone uses them without my permission I'll come over to your house and kick your butts!

"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" Scott screamed in Neil's ear.

"Not before ten 'o' clock!" Neil shouted back at him, shoving a pillow over his head.

"Neeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiilllllllllllllll!" Scott whined.

Neil sat up and was about to tell the kid to bug off, but something about the little boy's prominent blue eyes forced him not to.

"Fine," Neil grumbled, throwing the blankets off himself.

"Yay!" Scott cheered. Then he walked over to Neil and jumped up onto his back.

"What. Are. You. Doing?" Neil asked slowly.

"Piggy back," Scott clarified.

"How about no?" Neil said, plopping the youngster back onto the bed.

Scott instantly began to pound him hands and feet onto the mattress.

"PIGGY BACK! PIGGY BACK! PIGGY BACK!" he shrieked.

"Fine!" Neil shouted over his cries, "I'll give you a freaking piggy back!"

Scott's tears instantly stopped and he clambered onto Neil's back again.

"Thank you!" he smiled sweetly, resting his chin on Neil's shoulder.

"Whatever," Neil grinned, "Just don't expect it too often."

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"Ahhhhhhh, the magic of cereal!" Jay said happily as he poured some Captain Crunch into a bowl in front of Danny, "No stoves, no mess. Just dump it in and eat!"

"Uh, uh," Danny said.

"Excuse me?" Jay asked over his shoulder as he went to get the milk.

"I don't like Captain Crunch," Danny explained, "I like Fruit Loops."

"Well, we don't have Fruit Loops," Jay told him, "Do you like anything else?"

"No."

"Great," Jay muttered, walking over to the cupboard to see if he could find a substitute. He came back a few minutes later holding various items, which he dumped on the table.

"Here," Jay said, showing Danny what he found. "We have Cheerios, sugar, and food coloring. Which is all basically what Fruit Loops are made of."

Danny stared at the containers for a few seconds.

"What now?" he asked.

"Mix them together," Jay instructed.

As Danny did so, Jay realized what a mistake he had made. The concoction didn't look like Fruit Loops at all. The sugar was sticking to the sides of the bowl, and all the food coloring had done was made the Cheerios even soggier. This was useless. Jay let out a frustrated sigh as he ran his hand through his bangs.

"You like waffles, kid?" he asked.

Danny nodded eagerly.

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Over in the next room, Odie was reading a large book that even HE had problems understanding. Lily walked into the room looking nervous.

"Odie?" she asked timidly, tugging on one of Theresa's old sweaters that she had used for a nightgown.

"Yeah?" Odie asked, looking up from his novel.

Lily walked over to him and cupped her hands around his ear.

"I wet the bed," she whispered.

"You what?" Odie asked, leaping up from the couch. Lily had been sleeping in HIS bed!

The girl began to cry.

"Oh no, please don't cry," Odie told her, "It's okay!"

Lily continued to sob.

"Lily……" Odie begged, "It's fine, really. We'll just clean up the bed and give you another bath, alright?"

"Okay," Lily told him, her tears slowly beginning to stop flowing.

The two walked up the stairs and towards the bathroom. Odie stood in the corner with his back turned while Lily took off her nightshirt.

"You done yet?" Odie asked, turning his head. Lily was already happily sitting in the bathtub, splashing her arms around.

"Watch me dunk my head underwater!" she told Odie.

"Okay," Odie laughed.

Lily continued to play for a few more minutes before Odie began to dump shampoo into her dark hair.

"Smells like apples," Lily announced, sniffing the hair.

"Yes. Yes it does," Odie concurred.

"I like apples," Lily said.

"Me too," Odie agreed.

"I can swim," Lily declared.

"Can you really?" Odie asked, not really paying attention.

"Yep," Lily answered, "My mommy taught me. She's an island princess. She has long hair, and dark skin, and…."

"You have a good imagination," Odie chuckled, "Your stories are amazing."

"It's true!" Lily insisted, crossing her arms.

"Yep," Odie smiled, "I believe you."

Lily stared at Odie for a second.

"I like you," she said.

"I like you too," Odie told her, helping the girl out of the bathtub.

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"Tommy!" Archie called down the hallway. "Tommy? Where are you?"

Archie was indisputably screwed. If yelling at the baby ticked Atlanta off, then losing him was most certainly a death wish.

"Tommy!" Archie shouted again. He heard a small gurgling sound coming from Herry's room and ran in there. Sure enough, Tommy was sitting on one of the open windowsills, cheerfully rocking back and forth.

"Hey! Stop it!" Archie yelled at him.

Tommy looked up at him and continued wobbling.

"No, I'm serious," Archie told him, "Tommy, stop. Tommy!"

Tommy still wasn't listening. And just as Archie thought, the infant teetered so hard that he toppled right out of the window.

With speed that even he didn't think he could muster, Archie ran over and grabbed the baby by the scruff of the neck before he could hit the sidewalk.

"If you're not more (grunt) careful you're going to be turned into road kill," Archie told Tommy as he lifted him back up.

"Scary," Tommy gasped.

"Yes, it's very scary," Archie said. He glanced down at Tommy's left knee, where he had a tiny scrape.

"You've got a bit of a boo-boo there," Archie said, gesturing towards the scratch. Tommy looked down.

"Ouchie," he whimpered.

"Yep," Archie cringed, "We'll get that cleaned up, alright?"

"Wite!" Tommy cooed.

Archie carried the tot into the bathroom and set him down onto the counter. Then the purple-haired boy walked over to the medicine cabinet.

"Band-aids, band-aids, band-aids," he murmured under his breath, "Where the hell do we keep the band aids?"

"Hell! Hell!" Tommy echoed. Archie whirled around in shock.

"No!" he cried, "You're not supposed to learn words like THAT!"

"Hell! Hell!" Tommy repeated.

"Oh shit," Archie whispered.

"Shit!" Tommy boomed.

"Please stop now," Archie begged. Tommy instantly stopped talking.

"Thank you!" Archie cheered, walking back to the cupboard.

"Here we go!" he said, holding up a yellow band-aid with a pattern of black bats. He walked over to Tommy and promptly plastered it onto the infant's knee. Tommy examined it with much interest.

"Batman," Tommy told Archie, pointing to the band-aid.

"Batman, indeed," Archie said, picking Tommy up and walking him out of the room.

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Meanwhile, Theresa sat in front of the washing machine, tapping her foot impatiently.

"Whatcha doin'?" Josh asked, coming up from behind her.

Theresa jumped, and crashed her head into the large appliance.

"Ouch," she muttered, rubbing where she had been hit. "Hey, Josh. I'm just washing some clothes."

"Can I help?" Josh asked.

"There's not really much to do," Theresa told him.

"Oh," Josh said, without even a hint of disappointment. He walked over to Theresa and plopped himself onto her lap.

"What do we do now?" Theresa asked, still staring at the washing machine.

Josh placed his head against Theresa's chest and tilted his head up so that they were eye to eye.

"Tell me a story," he ordered.

"Okay," Theresa giggled, "Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess…"

"No," Josh interrupted, "No princesses. Princess stories are for sissies."

Theresa laughed. "Alright. Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Josh."

"Big boy," Josh corrected.

"Big boy," Theresa approved, "Anyways, this big boy named Josh was so brave and strong. He wasn't afraid of ANYTHING. But there was one thing that made Josh a little scared sometimes. Can you guess what that thing was?"

"Bullies?" Josh guessed.

"That's right," Theresa mused, "Bullies made even Josh feel a tiny bit scared sometimes. But one day, when Josh's daddy took him to the playground, Josh saw that a mean kid was picking on a smaller kid. And do you know what Josh did?"

"Told his daddy?"

"Hmmm…..That would have been a good thing to do. But Josh was so mad that a bigger kid was picking on a little kid, that he marched right up to that bully, and told him to stop it. And what did that bully do?"

"Stuck his foot down Josh's throat?"

Theresa paused to laugh. "No, he didn't stick his foot down Josh's throat. The bully looked at Josh with his big bully eyes, and then just walked away. You see, when someone stands up to a bully, that person realizes that maybe they weren't as brave as they thought they were. It was Josh who was really the brave one for standing up for someone who needed him."

Josh looked up at Theresa again.

"That's my favorite story now," he told her.

"It's a good one," Theresa beamed, ruffling the boy's ginger curls. A small ding! came from the washing machine.

"Laundry's done."

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"This is boring!" Christy whined as she watched Herry put a new fan belt inside his truck.

"Do you want to help me?" Herry asked.

"No," Christy said.

"Well….I'm almost…..done!" Herry exclaimed with much enthusiasm. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a rag to wipe his face, which was covered in grease.

Christy clambered to the top of the truck and laid there, her head cupped in her hands.

"What are you doing?" Herry asked.

"Sittin'," Christy replied.

"You're going to fall," Herry warned.

"Then you'll catch me."

"No I won't."

Christy stuck her tongue out at Herry and rolled over onto her back. Herry muttered a few curse words under his breath and climbed up to the top of the vehicle to get the kid down.

"Okay, Christy, this was fun," Herry said, "But now I have to get you down."

"Arm wrestle me first," Christy commanded.

"Are you kidding?" Herry asked, "You're just a little girl!"

Christy smiled and shook her head. "I can kick your butt!"

"We'll see about that," Herry chuckled, positioning his elbow against the hot metal of his truck. Christy placed her hand in his.

"I'll try to go easy on you," Herry told her. But before he even moved, Herry felt his arm being slammed under the weight of Christy's.

"What the heck?" Herry stuttered, "How'd you do that?"

Christy threw back her head and laughed.

"We're doing this once more," Herry said, grabbing Christy's tiny hand.

Christy smiled mischievously and beat Herry again!

"Uncle! Uncle!" Herry shouted as Christy pressed his arm harder into the top of the truck, "Jeez, Christy. You're as strong as me!"

"Again," Christy instructed.

Herry laughed and propped his arm up again.